Free e-book for October

After a bit of a break for summer, I’m back on track with my short story collections.

The collection for October is now available on amazon, which means the previous collection will be free for 5 days.

The free collection contains the following stories:
– A peculiar gift
– Dark fantasies
– The fake appointment

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Or support me by buying the new collection with the following stories:
– Pantless at the office
– Teasing her co-workers
– The boss’ little pet.

The new collection is already at the reworked versions’ quality. Which means its stories are improved versions of those you’ve already read on the blog
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Short stories rework vol. 02

Continuing with my short stories rework, the second volume is now available.

This one includes the stories:
– Sold on her first date
– How daddy met mommy
– Spanked at the bus-stop

Available on amazon as always

Remember, the reworked stories contain:
– better formatting for easier reading
– less gramattical and typing errors
– better and longer sex-scenes
– explicit or implied consent, because consent is sexy
– safe sex, because while danger can be hot, STDs aren’t

Short stories rework

Hello everyone

Some of the stories on this blog are old, very old. The first few stories I wrote are from 2011. Over the years I feel I’ve improved a lot in story-telling and writing, so I decided that these old stories deserved a do-over.

I started with the oldest stories and plan on working my way through all of them until they’re all up to my current standards. These improved stories will contain:
– better formatting for easier reading
– better sex-scenes, now that I’ve grown more comfortable writing about sex
– explicit or implied consent, because consent is sexy
– safe sex, because while danger can be hot, STDs aren’t

I have finished the first three stories and republished the first collection on amazon. As always it’s only 3$ for the e-book, so just 1$ per story.
I want to thank everyone who supports me by buying these e-books; but if you can’t, don’t worry, I’ll still be posting the first draft of all my short stories on this blog in the future.

If you’re interested in the improved stories, make sure the book you buy has the new cover, like the one with the picture above this post. Only e-books with this cover have the reworked stories.

His House, His Rules

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Hello everyone

It’s been a while since my last story.
This is because I’ve been busy these last few weeks reworking my novel: “Discipline for Charlotte”. With help from Stormy Night Publications, I improved and expanded the story and in return they published the novel under its new name: “His House, His Rules“.

I recommend checking out this new and improved version, even if you’ve read the old material, especially because there are some new and hot scenes.

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I’m very excited about this, because it’s the first time one of my works got accepted by a professional publisher. Take a look, post a review if you’ve read it and/or comment below.

Not convinced yet? Read the following excerpt:


Looking up as Charlotte returned to the room and seeing her standing hesitantly in the doorway settled his resolve as well.
With her face cleaned and her hair combed back, Eric was suddenly reminded of what an attractive young woman Charlotte was. She still wore nothing more than her underwear, a sexy set of matching bra and panties. Her bare skin looked soft, her eyes were opened large, her face full of anticipation, fear, and excitement.
It would be a pleasure having this naughty girl across his lap and spanking that bare round bottom.
“Come here,” he said, as he remained sat down on the edge of the bed. Charlotte approached him slowly, stopping right in front of him.
“I’ve been very disappointed with you today, young lady,” he said. Charlotte blushed and this encouraged him to go on.
“You really hurt my feelings when you threw that tantrum yesterday. I didn’t expect such behaviour from a grown woman such as yourself.” He paused to gauge her reaction, but Charlotte just blushed and looked down at her feet.
“At least you didn’t bother to put on a dress while you freshened up. After tearing the one you wore yesterday I think it’s fitting that you’ll get your punishment in your underwear. Next time then, you will think twice about being so careless.”
He looked at her and asked, “Well, do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Charlotte finally looked up at him, her red-flushed face unbearably cute. “No, sir,” she said. “Just that I’m sorry.”
Eric swallowed when she called him ‘sir.’ He felt the blood rush to his groin when she used the proper honorific without him telling her to. She stood in front of him with her feet crossed and her fingers entangled in front of her soft panties right in front of his eyes.
“Did you at least work on your applications today as you didn’t go to work?” he asked.
“No, sir,” Charlotte replied.
Eric shook his head. She was making it so easy for him. She really did deserve this spanking. He only hoped he could control his own arousal enough to concentrate on her needs.
“Get on the bed,” he commanded, placing his hand on the mattress beside him to indicate the right side.
“On your knees.”
Charlotte knelt beside him.
“Now, over my lap,” he said, guiding her across his knees.
He breathed deeply when her weight pressed down on his legs, her upper body resting on the bed beside him, her legs on the other side. Her back was arched, her bottom raised, round soft cheeks covered in the thin fabric of her panties, begging to be spanked. He placed his hand carefully on her behind, softly stroking her bottom. He wouldn’t hurry it this time. He would take his time, relax her into it, and then give her the spanking she deserved.
He hooked two fingers behind her panties and pulled softly.

Free e-book for April

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April’s collection of short stories has just been published!

This means that last months e-book will be free for a couple of days.
Reread the following short series on you favourite e-reader: “The roleplaying woman”
– The naughty wife
– The cheating secretary
– The innocent girl

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– The student job
– Her boss’ friend
– The anniversary

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Discipline for Charlotte – chapter 2

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The following story is the second chapter of my new novel ‘discipline for Charlotte’ Find out more about it on the books page.


chapter two – The agreement

Soft light filtered through the curtains of the guest room, waking Charlotte from her dreams beneath the bed’s thick warm blankets. Groggily she sat up as the dream already slipped from her memory and she hastily pulled the blankets up around her naked body; when she remembered she was alone, she dropped them again and got up out of the bed. There was not much to be found in the room beside her own dress at the foot of the bed, the bathrobe she’d borrowed and a locked chest at the bottom of an empty wardrobe. She chose the robe over her dress as it smelled much cleaner and prepared herself to face another difficult day before leaving the room and heading downstairs. A light was burning in the living room and she saw Frederic, already up and reading in the kitchen. “Good morning.” He said while closing the book as she entered the room. “How did you sleep?”
Charlotte recognized the book; this was already the second time she had interrupted him reading it. “Wonderfully, thank you.” She replied.
“There should be some cereal in the left cabinet if you want breakfast.” Frederic said. “And some milk or orange juice in the fridge. Please help yourself, I’m not much one for breakfast myself.”
A single glass of juice stood beside the closed book and Charlotte wondered if that was all he’d had. She looked for the cereal he had offered and asked him where to find a bowl and spoon for herself. She didn’t know where her next meal was going to come from after all. She couldn’t skip breakfast. When she sat down beside him to eat, Frederic picked up his book again. “I’m homeless.” Charlotte blurted out before he had time to continue reading.
Frederic held the book unopened in his hands. “Really? How did that happen?” He asked.
Charlotte blushed. She had decided to tell him last night. She felt that he deserved to know after having helped her this much. But she had planned to tell him a bit more tactful. She just didn’t want to interrupt his reading a third time. “I mean, I got kicked out of my apartment, two days ago.” She explained. “Because I couldn’t pay the rent.”
Frederic raised an eyebrow. “They can’t just throw you out.” He said. “As a tenant you have certain rights. They should’ve given you fair warning and time to find another place.”
“I’m six months behind.” Charlotte said. She looked down at the table and found it hard to look up at Eric. “I got a warning after three months from my landlord. But we had an agreement that he wouldn’t throw me out. He told me I should take my time to find a new job and not worry about the rent.”
“So what happened?” Eric asked.
“I guess he changed his mind. Maybe he needed the money after all. Last week he told me my time was up and two days ago the locks were changed. I couldn’t even get any of my stuff.” Charlotte took a deep breath, it felt good to tell someone, but she was afraid Frederic would feel exactly like she did. That it was completely her own fault. That she should’ve been able to find a new job in those last six months. That she’d been lazy and procrastinating and brought it upon herself. But when she looked up he did not look contemptuous or disappointed at all; he looked concerned.
“That’s outrageous,” he said. What a villainous thing to do. What was the agreement you made? Do you have anything on paper you can use against him?”
Charlotte blushed. “It was not that kind of agreement.” She said. “Nothing official.” Something changed in the way Eric looked at her then. What was he thinking? Did he think she had paid her rent some other way? How would he react, she wondered if she told him that it was actually her refusal to do so that had gotten her kicked out? Would he at some point ask the same of her? She was afraid to tell him the details, afraid of what he might or might not do and afraid she wouldn’t be strong enough to refuse for a second time. The night before, intoxicated by happiness and a story-like attraction to the handsome hero that had come to her rescue, she had nearly offered herself to him. When they sat so closely together in front of his TV she had tried, uncertainly, to seduce him. Whether he had been oblivious or uninterested, she did not know, but today she was happy nothing had happened. It would have been a bad way to start of any form of friendship.
“That’s unfortunate.” Frederic said, sounding a bit unsure. “What happened to all your belongings?”
Focussing on the matter at hand Charlotte banished her previous thoughts. “He told me he’d put them in a storage container. I’d get them back when I paid him.”
Frederic seemed to be thinking for a moment and when he couldn’t come up with a solution to her problem he changed the topic slightly. “So what happened after he kicked you out? Did you sleep in the park? Don’t you have any family of friends who could help you?”
“No. No-one that could help.” She said. She had some friends of course, but they couldn’t help.
Frederic nodded as if he understood, even though she hadn’t really given an explanation. “Do you want to stay here?” He asked.
Charlotte looked up sharply. Frederic looked like he had the day before, a concerned stranger offering his help. “Yes.” She said. ‘No ifs, no buts.’ She thought, just a straight and honest ‘yes’. If he wanted to help her, she’d let him. If his help came with a price she’d deal with that later.
Frederic looked her in the eyes. “Then promise me one thing.” He said. “Let me help you. Let me help you find a job, get your stuff back and find a new place for you to live.”
Charlotte didn’t know how to react. ‘Was that all that was needed?’ “Of course!” She replied.
“Good.” Frederic said; he smiled. “You can use the guest room as long as you need. Use my computer if you want to look for job openings. I want to see you work at it, I mean it!”
Charlotte blushed, he sounded so strict. She wondered how exactly he was going to help her. But maybe having someone looking over her shoulder was exactly what she needed after shirking her duties for nearly half a year. “I will get to work on it right away.” She said.
“We will have to go shopping first.” Frederic said. “I’ll need more food if you’re staying, and let’s not forget a second toothbrush and probably some feminine hygiene products. Besides, you’ll need new clothes until we can get your old ones back.”
Charlotte’s mouth dropped open, she hadn’t thought that far ahead. “I can’t pay for any of that.” She said with a frown.
“I know. Don’t worry, you can pay me back when you get a job.” Frederic replied. “I hate to increase your debt even more, but I’m sure you’d rather see it as a loan you’ll pay back and not rely on charity.”
Charlotte nodded. “You’re right.” She said. “I will pay you back first.” She was determined now to prove to him that she was worth the trouble he was going through and to thank him for the help and trust he put into her.
Frederic smiled. “I’ll take a shower while you make a list. You probably know better than I what you need.”

Eric took a last look at the girl he’d taken in before heading to the hallway and up the stairs. The bathrobe she wore was tied around her waist and accentuated her figure while leaving her legs bare. Her glasses gave her an innocent look, though he suspected that was far from the truth. He could not deny he’d enjoy having such an attractive and sexy young woman living with him for an unforeseeable length of time. She was highly dependent of him of course. ‘At his mercy.’ Were the words that repeated themselves in his mind. Which meant that nothing could happen between them because that would be highly unfair to her. Though maybe – he promised himself – after he’d helped her, something could grow from their time together now. But only if he proved to her – and himself – that he could be a gentleman until that time came.
After his shower Eric dressed in the same trousers and shirt he’d worn the day before. He didn’t usually enjoy shopping, but he looked forward to spending the day with Charlotte and getting to know her. She was still waiting for him downstairs. She’d found a sheet of paper on his desk and it already contained a list of items halfway down the page. “This is all I could come up with.” She said.
Eric took a quick look at the list; which seemed to contain only very sensible suggestions. “Very good.” He said. “That’s quite a lot, so we better leave early. Go take a quick shower if you want and get dressed.” It surprised him slightly when Charlotte immediately did as he said. Taking charge had come natural to him, which shouldn’t be a surprize in their current situation and in his own home. But it felt strange to do nonetheless, it had been a long time since he’d been in charge of anyone but himself. While waiting for her he added a few things to the list himself – some shampoo and tablets for the dishwasher he knew he was running out of. It did not take very long before Charlotte returned in the same blue dress she’d been wearing before. There were some stains around the hem and Eric saw just how wrinkled it was. He had overlooked how bad it actually looked the night before. Charlotte looked deeply embarrassed to wear it in its current state. “I’m sorry.” He said. “I don’t think I have anything else you can wear.”
“It’s ok.” She replied. “I’ll survive one more day in this dress.” Though the look on her face said otherwise.
“I can iron it for you.” Eric proposed. “At least that’ll get rid of the wrinkles.
Charlotte smiled broadly. “Yes, that would be much better.”
The ironing board stood in a cupboard under the stairs. Eric fetched it and placed it in the living room after taking out the iron and letting it preheat. “You can go upstairs to undress…” He said at the same time as Charlotte undid the zipper at her back and wriggled out of the dress. He swallowed his last words and stared at her. She wore cute blue and white underwear and had a body that took his breath away. She blushed only a little when she noticed him watching her. Taking a deep breath Eric held out his hand for her dress.
“Oh no. I can do that myself.” Charlotte said. She ignored his offer of help, laid out her dress on the ironing board and took up the iron.
Eric was at a loss for words. With her back turned to her he noticed the curve of her buttocks, accentuated by the soft fabric of her panties. He wondered if he should leave or stay and watch. ‘Things like this don’t normally happen.’ He thought to himself. ‘Women don’t go undressing in front of men they’ve just met.’ He was sure of it. Yet the look in her eyes when she had, was far from innocent, despite her glasses. ‘She wants me to watch.’ He assured himself, failing to supress a grin at the thought. ‘Being a gentleman is one thing, looking away from something so freely offered another.’ Unfortunately, ironing a single dress did not take very long and as Charlotte was pulling it back on over her head, Eric imagined his own face might be just as red as hers, when they left the house she was smiling even more broadly than he was.
It was still early in the day and the streets were nearly empty when they arrived at the city centre. Eric had no trouble finding a parking spot for his car. They had decided to do the clothes-stores first because later in the day they would be crowded with shoppers on a Saturday. Charlotte wanted just a few dresses, some jeans and tops and a more professional outfit for job interviews. Eric joined her on her route through the aisles in the first couple of stores and quickly found himself carrying small plastic bags with the things he’d bought for her. Charlotte turned out to be the kind of girl who could try on anything in a store and make it look good. Most of the time he spent outside the fitting rooms, waiting while she did just that. She asked him his opinion several times; but he never figured out how she decided what to keep and what not. When they left the third store they passed a small boutique of woman’s nightwear and lingerie. Charlotte looked up at him; underwear was the third item on their list. “I’ll wait for you outside.” Eric said.
She looked at him with a frown. “You have to come in.” She said. After a small pause, she added: “You have to pay, remember.” Frederic hesitated and looked at the boutique window. “Don’t pretend you don’t want to.” Charlotte said as she took his hand and guided him inside.
This wasn’t the first time Eric had been in a lingerie store; but those times before hadn’t been with a girl he’d known less than a full day. He paid close attention to the items Charlotte picked and his confidence quickly grew as he recognized the style she went for. He managed to offer a few suggestions himself and was rewarded with a blush and a smile when he picked out something she liked. When she disappeared behind the curtain of a dressing room he waited outside. She didn’t come out to ask for his opinion, but his imagination and memory of the ironing incident made up for that. They left the store with several sets of lingerie and a short nightgown he sincerely hoped she’d wear outside of his guest room as well.
It was a bit past noon when they put the bags in his car and they decided to have lunch out before finishing the rest of their list. Eric led them to a small local bistro where you could get toasted bread with various toppings. Charlotte walked smartly alongside him. She’d grown more and more confident and relaxed during their shopping spree. This brighter version of herself was even more attractive than the girl he’d met yesterday. Eric felt happy himself, just having her at his side. During their lunch they talked about Charlotte’s studies and working experience as an administrative assistant. This led to Eric’s own job experiences and he found himself telling her all about his work, his colleagues and other day-to-day business. He was just telling her about a peculiar customer – a woman who insisted she talked to him every time she had problems with her Internet, even though he wasn’t part of the IT-department. He had just helped her when he was working at one of the local stores, while in fact he had been there to discuss sales with the local clerk, which was one of his responsibilities. – He was just telling Charlotte about her when the waitress came to take their plates and asked them if they wished for the cheque. Eric realized their plates had been empty for a good time while he’d been talking. “Yes, please.” He said. He looked at Charlotte with a grin and she asked him to continue. She looked truly interested and gave no sign of being bored with his story. With a smile he continued.

Shopping for groceries was an altogether more domestic chore, but Charlotte enjoyed her time with Frederic. He picked the items they needed confidently and often asked her what she liked or wanted and added that to the cart as well. He showed no shyness in the aisle with feminine hygiene products and she wondered then, if he’d ever shopped for a woman before. It suddenly seemed strange that a man like him – caring and gentle with a good sense of humour and certainly attractive – would be single. They hadn’t talked about anything concerning past relationships of course, but Charlotte decided she’d try to find out why he was still alone.
They returned to his home in the early afternoon. While Eric put away the groceries Charlotte carried her new clothes to the guestroom and filled up the empty wardrobe. She chose the green dress they had bought and clean underwear to replace what she’d been wearing for several days. While undressing she thought back of her actions earlier that day, when she’d taken off her dress in front of Frederic. She still didn’t know what had gotten into her when she had. At one point she thought it might be interesting to do and the next she’d stood there in her underwear, too late to turn back. She’d felt so powerful and sexy when she’d done that; yet at the same time too embarrassed to look at him. Had she done it to take back a bit of control in her life? To reward Frederic for everything he was doing for her? Or just because she wanted him to see her like that? She had felt the same exhilarating rush when she pulled him inside the lingerie store, though she had been too embarrassed to take it further and show him more. ‘There’s nothing wrong with some innocent fun.’ She thought. But she’d have to be careful that Frederic didn’t get the wrong idea.
“You can put the dirty laundry in the basket in the bathroom.” Frederic called up from downstairs.
Charlotte blushed, he knew exactly what was keeping her so long, quickly she picked up the old dress and took it with her. She banished the confusing thoughts from her mind and headed downstairs. After leaving her dirty things in the bathroom she joined Frederic in the living room. He had once again started reading that book. The wall behind the desk was lit up, indicating that the computer was turned on. ‘I guess I won’t be allowed to procrastinate any longer.’ She told herself. “Can I?” She asked Frederic, pointing at the desk.
“Of course.” He replied. “I turned it on for you.” His eyes lingered on her for a moment as she walked around the desk and seated herself in the comfortable leather chair behind it. The little grey cat, Shirine, quickly joined her on the desk, stretching herself between the screen and the keyboard, purring softly. As Charlotte crossed her legs Frederic’s gaze turned back to his book and she turned to look at the screen. She felt the urge to visit several of her social media profiles or check her mails. She knew however that none of those would contain anything interesting concerning her hunt for a job. Wasting time would not honour the agreement she’d made with Frederic and thus with a sigh she searched for a site with local job offerings.
Charlotte felt like she’d been searching for hours, though the computer’s digital clock told her barely one had passed since she’d started. She had already taken a short pause to check her mails, she had the email client open anyway to send a letter of application to the first interesting offer she’d found. “How is it going?” Frederic asked. He seemed to have noticed she’d stopped for a moment.
“Not bad.” Charlotte replied. “I’ve found several interesting openings and sent them all an email.” Frederic got up out of the sofa and joined her behind the desk. Happy with the momentary distraction she showed him what she had found so far.
“You’re right, these all sound very good. They would be a good fit for you.” He said. Charlotte beamed at his approval. “But what do you think about working something more simple, like helping out in a store or working a register?” He must’ve seen her disgruntled face, so he quickly continued. “I don’t mean as a career choice of course. It’s just something you could do until you find something better that really suits you.”
“I guess…” Charlotte replied. she knew he was right of course. She wasn’t really in a situation to be picky. “But I didn’t find anything like that online.”
“You should probably just call some local stores and ask if they have an opening. Usually it would be better to go in person, but it’s a bit late for that. You can use my phone if you want, I’m sure you’ll find most numbers on the internet.”
After taking the pen and paper Frederic offered her, Charlotte looked up the numbers she needed. She felt a little disgruntled at how he’d taken charge and told her how to do things. ‘It’s only fair.’ She told herself. ‘You haven’t had much success on your own and he’s only trying to help.’ When she picked up the phone to call the first number she looked around at Frederic and felt extremely nervous with him around listening as she made the call. Luckily he realized the problem and gracefully retreated to the hallway to disappear upstairs. Shirine left her comfortable spot at the desk and followed her master. Just an hour later Charlotte had three appointments on Monday with various store-owners that wanted to speak to her in person.


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Discipline for Charlotte – chapter 1

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The following story is the first chapter of my new novel ‘discipline for Charlotte’ Find out more about it on the books page.


chapter one – A chance meeting

It was a cool night on a Friday in September. The street lights were blinding before Eric left them behind as he entered the relative calm of the local park. The tall oak trees alongside the hard-packed dirt road still kept most of their leaves this time of year, but the days were already getting shorter. The sun had already set and a deeper darkness lingered beneath the trees. As Eric entered those shadows, the noise of the city was far away and the temperature seemed to drop; he pulled his long grey coat closed with one hand. With the other he pulled a shopping trolley filled with groceries behind him. As one of the largest parks in the city, the empty lanes would have been filled with students and pensioners by day. The park had a bad reputation however – mostly concerning the safety of young women – and was largely abandoned during the night. Eric enjoyed walking the park when it was empty and quiet. The reputation it had, meant he had the place to himself. It was peaceful and quiet. He strode along with a confident stride, his footsteps echoing on the empty road.
Halfway through his route on the tree-lined paths he noticed a dark silhouette along the left side of the road, a single person sitting on a park bench. Eric continued on his way and tried not to look at the person he passed in the night. He was not in the mood to talk to the occasional drunk you could find here, sleeping off their hangover. Of course, he could not help himself and caught glimpses of her from the corner of his eyes. That she was a woman was obvious from her figure and dress. She did not seem drunk; though it looked like she had been crying. She did not look up as Eric passed and he continued on his way. ‘Just minding my own business.’ He told himself. Yet he stopped just a short distance after seeing her. He had seen only a glimpse of the girl, but there was something about her that had drawn his curiosity. Calling himself foolish he turned around. “Are you ok?” He asked her, a stupid question. She obviously was not.
The girl looked up and smiled weakly. “I’m fine.” She said.
Eric looked at her more closely; noticing her short wrinkled dress that – without any stockings or leggings underneath – must have been cold that time of the day; her long brown hair which hung loosely around her shoulders; the small golden hoops in her ears and the small silver chain around her neck, whatever was hanging from it hidden in the darkness. A teasing answer came to him right away, something about a woman never being fine when she used that word. It did not seem appropriate in this situation however and he kept it to himself. The girl pulled a lock of her long brown hair out of her eyes, revealing a fine oval face and a pair of glasses resting on her tip-tilted nose. She looked cute, despite her red eyes and tear-stained cheeks. She was older than he had guessed from that first glimpse. He estimated her to be in her twenties: twenty-four or twenty-five, just a few years younger than himself. “Are you sure?” He asked. He did not really want to know, with this park’s reputation he did not want to get involved with the most obvious reason for a girl to be sat alone, crying on a bench. Still, he felt the desire to help her anyway; strange, he did not usually go out of his way to help a stranger. Luckily, she did not look like she’d been assaulted, her dress looked fine and she bore not visible marks or bruises.
“Do you have anything to eat, perhaps?” She asked him.
The girl’s request caught Eric off guard; food had not been on his mind at all. “Of course.” He said, pulling the trolley around. He smiled as he opened its zipper. “Most of it needs to be prepared first, but I have some fresh fruits and vegetables.” He rummaged around a bit before finding a box of seedless grapes. “Do you like these?” He asked.
“Yes, thank you.” The girl blushed slightly as Eric handed her the box, but she opened it quickly. She smiled more broadly when she propped the first small grape between her lips. The motion looked oddly sensual.
Eric watched her eat, unsure what to do or say to her. He seated himself on the bench next to her. It seemed she did not want to tell him what was wrong and that was fine by him. He felt satisfied to watch her eat. She hungrily devoured the grapes, their juices sticky on her lips and fingers. The girl did not seem to mind and she quickly emptied half the box. Astounded by how hungry she seemed, Eric pulled his trolley closer. “I have some apples too if you’d like.” He said. The girl looked up at him, obviously uncomfortable at his generosity, but unwilling to decline his offer. Eric smiled and dug up one of the green apples – he liked the sour ones – before she could say no. In an unusual moment of chivalry, he offered her his handkerchief first. She blushed more deeply than before, but used it not only to clean her hands, but dry her tears as well. “That’s better.” Eric said with a smile. “You’re already getting back some of your colour.” The girl’s blush turned scarlet and she looked away, covering the motion by taking a quick bite out of the apple. Eric turned away to put the box of grapes back in his trolley and let her compose herself. ‘I could leave now.’ He thought. There was really no reason for him to stay and watch her eat the apple. Yet it felt impolite to just stand up and go. He felt obliged to stay, to actually help her with more than just an apple and some grapes. Maybe he was just curious, but he felt like he cared for her, even though he did not know her at all. “When was the last time you ate?” He asked.
“Yesterday.” The girl answered, wiping her chin with his handkerchief. “Around noon I think.”
Eric’s stomach rumbled. He hadn’t eaten since noon today and already felt unspeakably hungry. He couldn’t imagine not having eaten for a whole day or more. Some of the vegetables in his trolley were destined to become a salad as soon as he got home. Dinner was on top of his to-do list. “How come?” He asked her, unsure how to ask her why she was here in the park, alone and hungry. For a second he thought she might have run away from home. Except, twenty-four-year-old girls don’t run away from home. Most of them don’t even live at home anymore.
“I just… Didn’t have enough time.” The girl said evasively.
Eric could hear the lie on her tongue. She was obviously embarrassed about whatever it was and did not want to tell him. Eric decided he didn’t need to know; her business was her own. “I was going home to make dinner.” He said. “You can have some if you like.” He surprized even himself with the offer.
The girl looked at him askance. “I don’t know…” She said.
Eric smiled. “I’m sorry, I hope that didn’t sound creepy. I don’t have any bad intentions. I just wanted to help.”
“Oh no. That’s fine.” The girl said, trying to assure him that was not what was on her mind either. “I’d like that… The dinner I mean.” She blushed again. “I’m Charlotte, by the way, what’s your name?”
“I’m Frederick, but please call me Eric. Nice to meet you Charlotte.”
The girl smiled, as if by sharing their names they were no longer strangers.

Charlotte followed the man she’d just met on his way home; she walked half a step behind him, letting him lead. She was unsure how to behave around him. He was a whole head taller than her, with semi-long unkempt brown hair and a neatly trimmed beard that gave him a very distinguished look. She was not usually shy around men, but not all men appeared as a handsome hero rescuing you in a cold dark night. From his clothes, she could only make out the heavy grey coat he wore, it was too dark to distinguish anything else. The coat reminded her of how cold she was, wearing nothing but her dress. She wondered if he’d offer it to her if she told him, like some gentleman in a story. She blushed again and decided she was too embarrassed to try. The park was dark and quiet except for their footsteps and the trolley’s two little wheels; yet somehow she felt safer now than she had before. They didn’t talk, Charlotte wondered what he was thinking, but she was not ready to tell him about herself. The silence was comforting and they did not break it until they reached the other side of the park and entered the bright streetlight-lit streets.
“Do you like cabbage?” Frederic asked her. “I was going to make a salad with some apple mixed in, but I might use the rest of the grapes now.”
“I do.” Charlotte replied enthusiastically, happy with the subject he had chosen. In the light, she walked more confidently, more beside him than behind.
“Good.” He replied, seemingly uncertain what more to say. “And do you eat meat? Pork? I sometimes like to add tiny strips of bacon…”
“I love bacon.” She replied. In fact, her stomach was rumbling. “Do you live far from here?”
“Just past the next crossover.” He said, guiding her, he stopped for the red light, even though there were no cars in sight. They arrived at a relative large townhouse with a beautiful old façade in red brick and a large door with a wrought iron grill. Charlotte looked up at the three-story building and hesitated as Frederic opened the door. It had not occurred to her yet that he might not live alone; but the large house was more fitting for a family than a bachelor. It was strange that she felt less confident considering the aspect that he might have a family. She did not have much time to think about it though, as Frederic turned around and held the door open for her. “Is something wrong?” He asked.
“No.” Charlotte replied. “I just did not expect you’d live in such a large house…”
Frederic smiled. “Yeah, it’s a bit big for me alone, but I like it.”
Charlotte suppressed a sigh of relief. She quickly entered the warmth of the hallway as Frederic pulled the door closed behind her and turned on the lights. “Please take off your shoes if you don’t mind.” He said. He had already taken off his own, so Charlotte kicked off hers and placed them next to his. The warm parquet floor felt strangely homely beneath her bare feet. The hallway led straight to a large living area with on one side a sitting room with a big TV and a large sofa and on the other side a modern wooden desk with a single big computer screen and a stack of papers. There were some small cabinets against the walls and most of them contained books. A small grey cat greeted Frederic as soon as he entered, purring and rubbing its head against his legs. It ran away when Charlotte bent over to scratch it behind its ears.
“Don’t worry.” Frederic said. “She’ll be back soon enough, she’s very curious and friendly to strangers.”
Charlotte smiled. “Just like her master then.” She said, following him to the adjoining kitchen. Just like the living quarters, this room was neat and tidy, very different from how her own apartment had been. Frederic dropped the trolley on the kitchen’s tiled floor – he had been carrying it so it would not to track dirt inside – and started unloading its contents. Most of it went into the fridge, some things, like a fresh cabbage and the half-empty box of grapes, were left on the counter. Charlotte felt quite useless while she couldn’t help, so she occupied herself by looking around his kitchen. A big window opening into a small garden had pots of fresh herbs on the windowsill; a stack of dirty dishes was left in a corner, waiting their turn in the dishwasher; on a small separate table lay a collection of cooking books and in the middle of all that stood Frederic. He wore a chequered shirt above clean brown trousers and looked even more handsome in the light than he had before. “Can I help with anything?” She asked after Frederic had dragged the trolley back to the hallway.
“You can cut the grapes if you’d like.” He replied. “Just cut them in half and the big ones in quarters.” He handed her a small kitchen knife and cutting board, while taking a bigger knife himself and promptly cutting the cabbage in half.
Charlotte very rarely cooked herself. Most of her meals came prepared from the store, kept frozen and only needed to be heated to eat. It felt satisfying to work in the kitchen, though she could not help herself eating a few more of the sweet grapes as she cut them. Next to her she heard the steady chop-chop of Frederic cutting the cabbage into thin slices. “Do you always cook yourself?” She asked him. “I mean; do you ever eat premade meals?”
“Oh, I do have some pizza’s in the freezer.” He replied. “But I find cooking relaxing, even if it’s just for myself. It is some time away from the TV or my computer.”
Charlotte smiled. Frederic sounded so… responsible. If it was up to her, she would have already been in the sofa with her feet up eating pizza while watching yet another TV-series from beginning to end. Finished with cutting the grapes she added them to the bowl in which Eric had already collected the cabbage. She then watched him put a frying pan on the fire and add chopped up pieces of bacon. The kitchen filled quickly with its recognizable and oh so tasty smell. While the bacon turned crispy above the fire, Eric added nuts, dried fruits and some dressing to the sliced cabbage. He handed her two plates and some cutlery and ordered her to set the table. The large kitchen table with four sturdy wooden chairs – and room for more – stood at the other side of the room. Charlotte wondered if Frederic often invited people for dinner, the table – like the rest of his home – seemed too big for one man alone. She placed the plates so that they would be seated facing each other.
“Please sit.” Frederic said as he mixed the bacon in with the salad and placed the bowl on the table. Somehow he had found time to grab a wicker basket with bread and a pot of butter as well. “What would you like to drink?” He asked her. “I don’t have much. I usually just drink water or a bit of wine, but I have some orange juice as well.”
“I’ll have what you’re having.” Charlotte said. She already felt he was going too much out of his way for her. The salad-bowl stood enticingly before her and she couldn’t wait to taste it.
“Feel free to start.” Frederic said. “I’ll be right there.”
Too hungry to be embarrassed Charlotte did as he said and filled her plate. She was just putting some butter on her bread as Frederic placed a small glass of white wine beside her plate and seated himself in front of her. “Bon appetite!” He said.

Finished with his dinner, Erik leaned back in his chair and observed the girl he had invited into his home. They hadn’t talked much while eating. She had told him she liked the wine and had complimented him on the salad. He had responded by saying he had just thrown something together, but had particularly enjoyed the grapes. What was left of them anyway… At some point his cat – Shirine – had joined them. She had even jumped on the table, though he had promptly put her back down. She was now meowing and begging for their attention from beneath their chairs. Charlotte absentmindedly scratched her behind the ears as she looked out the window at the rain rattling against the glass. That had started some time ago and he had seen her staring outside often ever since. “I can drive you home if you want.” Eric said. “You don’t want to go out in weather like this.”
Charlotte looked from the window to him. “I don’t have anywhere to go.” She said it with a voice so quiet he could barely hear. He did not know what to answer, but suddenly things started to become clear to him. Why she’d been alone in the park, hungry and crying. All she had with her was a small purse and the dress she wore. He should’ve realized it before. Her dress was cute and modern, a dark blue and reached halfway down her thighs. But it was very wrinkled and Eric wondered whether she had already spent a night outside in it. “I have a guestroom; you could spend the night if you want?” He said. “I always keep it ready in case I have guests, so it wouldn’t be any trouble.”
Charlotte looked at him with wide eyes. “Yes, please. Thank you!” She said. She sounded as if he’d offered the world to her and tears appeared in the corners of her eyes.
Eric felt slightly uncomfortable and stood up clearing his throat. “Let me show you.” He said. Unsure of what else to do, he decided to show her around.
Charlotte followed him to the hallway and up the stairs. “How many rooms are there?” She asked him.
“Four.” Eric replied. “There’s my bedroom and the hobby room on the first floor and the guest room and an oversized pantry on the second floor. There’s also a bathroom on the first floor in case you need it or want to shower.” He told her.
There wasn’t much to see in the guest room. There was a neatly made two-person bed and an old wardrobe empty except for an old chest at the bottom, the window looked out at the street out front. They were quickly headed down again.
“Is this the bathroom?” Charlotte asked as they passed it on the first floor. “I could really use a shower.” She said with a blush.
Eric showed her where to find fresh towels and returned to the kitchen alone. As he cleared away the dishes his thoughts were with the cute girl showering in his bathroom and all the vivid imagery that came with such thoughts. ‘She’s a poor girl in need of your help. Try to be a gentleman.’ He scolded himself. He banished any further thoughts of soft, bare skin assaulted by streams of hot, steaming water and covered in white foamy soap; instead he piled the dishes on the dishwasher and retreated to his living room with a book. He had been reading this one for a couple of days and easily lost himself in the story. He was able to forget about the girl he had ‘rescued’ for a while, until he heard her come back down the stairs. She wore a white towel like a turban on her head and one of his old bathrobes, though he had to admit she looked a lot cuter in them than he ever had.
“I hope you don’t mind.” She said, fumbling the robe. “I found it in one of the drawers.”
“Not at all.” Eric replied. He put away the book and moved over in the sofa. Shirine had already taken her favourite spot on the armrest. The thoughts he had banished before came back unbiddingly as the robe did little to hide her magnificent figure. “Would you like me to turn on the TV?” He asked, more to distract himself than her.
“Oh no.” Charlotte replied. “I didn’t want to interrupt your reading.” She didn’t sit, but looked at him with an odd look in her eyes.
“I was bored of the story anyway.” Eric lied. “Please sit, make yourself at home.”
Charlotte placed herself next to him as Eric grabbed the TV’s remote from the coffee table. She sat closer than necessary in the large sofa and her legs, bared beneath the short robe brushed against his. “I just wanted to thank you for everything you’ve done.” She said softly.
“Please don’t mention it.” Eric said. “I’m glad I could help.” The TV turned on with a loud noise and Charlotte rested comfortably against his shoulder. She felt warm to his touch and smelled of fresh soap. An old movie was playing and they watched it in silence. Eric had trouble concentrating on the movie as he was constantly reminded of her presence beside him. Many thoughts whirled through his mind: ‘put your arm around her shoulders’, ‘how soft would those creamy thighs feel beneath my fingers’, ‘she smells so nice’, ‘is she wearing anything beneath that robe’, ‘why is she sitting so close’, ‘ should I try to kiss her’ …. But he did none of those things and in the end felt it was for the best; it would have been inappropriate of him to take advantage of her, as vulnerable as she was right now. When the movie ended, they went upstairs together. He wished Charlotte goodnight as he entered his bedroom and she continued up the stairs to the guest room on the second floor.


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